Of Course Lyrics – 42 Dugg & EST Gee
Singer: 42 Dugg & EST Gee
Title: Of Course
Bag touch, now rap b#tches wanna act up
Fast somethin’, I wanna f#ck b#tch like #ss up
Six ten, ashes and this the big Benz
Switched friends, I f#cked her, I wanna f#ck her
You cuffed her, gave her your last but I f#cked first
Top ten, too many dubs, I don’ dropped ten
Drop pins, watch out for Shep and watch us show out
You got yours, I got mine, let’s have a blowout
I know why, n#gg#s hatin’ on me but before I
Slow down, I’mma burn this b#tch up then
Turn this b#tch up, three-fifty cash for like six months
b#tch what? Get off my #ss, I might take somethin’
Tripp saw you, that’s a neck, that’s a neck
Apple had it, never gave it back, n#gg#, no cap
I was doin’ 80 out the trap, this before rap
I retired killin’ in ‘010, you should know that
But I’ll go back, shout out that pole, b#tch, I blow that
What’s up with cause? What’s up with blood? I still f#ck with thugs
Me and Wod, both out the window, “n#gg#, don’t move”
We want greens, I want blues, we both work fools
Boy, you a fool, think I ain’t got the J’s for the eight
Up early, catch a plane, n#gg#s finished, smh
I still got ’em textin’ Nate, I serve out of Section 8
n#gg#s callin’ us for the ops, like they investigate
In gloves, I don’ hit ’em 20 times like I’m Gary Payton
And I was only f#ckin’ on you, baby, why you say we dating?
Now you know I got a b#tch, so why you say that?
Only thing you did was eat this dick off in the Maybach
Two-thousand for the p#ss#? I ain’t gon’ pay that
Unless you bad, you got some nice t#tt#es and some #ss
Got Chanel, Dior and Louis, Gucci for you
I steal with killers so you already know how we move
I get block fresh off, I turn one into two
Them n#gg#s say, “Big A”, but now the club’s full of fools
We blow chops, SIG and Glocks, kid you not
Erry’ modern n#gg# get thumped, on mox
Five hundred profit, I’m Frank more than Sinatra
Fully auto choppers, I’m spinnin’ mans with bottles
Send her to the doctor, that p#ss# wasn’t smellin’ proper
And on my daddy mama, I know the n#gg# that shot me
So when I do him bad, don’t be textin’ me I’m wildin’
And b#tch, everyone know I’m still childish, b#tch
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Of Course – English Translation
Bag touch, now rap b#tches wanna act up
Fast somethin’, I wanna f#ck b#tch like #ss up
Six ten, ashes and this the big Benz
Switched friends, I f#cked her, I wanna f#ck her
You cuffed her, gave her your last but I f#cked first
Top ten, too many dubs, I don’ dropped ten
Drop pins, watch out for Shep and watch us show out
You got yours, I got mine, let’s have a blowout
I know why, n#gg#s hatin’ on me but before I
Slow down, I’mma burn this b#tch up then
Turn this b#tch up, three-fifty cash for like six months
b#tch what? Get off my #ss, I might take somethin’
Tripp saw you, that’s a neck, that’s a neck
Apple had it, never gave it back, n#gg#, no cap
I was doin’ 80 out the trap, this before rap
I retired killin’ in ‘010, you should know that
But I’ll go back, shout out that pole, b#tch, I blow that
What’s up with cause? What’s up with blood? I still f#ck with thugs
Me and Wod, both out the window, “n#gg#, don’t move”
We want greens, I want blues, we both work fools
Boy, you a fool, think I ain’t got the J’s for the eight
Up early, catch a plane, n#gg#s finished, smh
I still got ’em textin’ Nate, I serve out of Section 8
n#gg#s callin’ us for the ops, like they investigate
In gloves, I don’ hit ’em 20 times like I’m Gary Payton
And I was only f#ckin’ on you, baby, why you say we dating?
Now you know I got a b#tch, so why you say that?
Only thing you did was eat this dick off in the Maybach
Two-thousand for the p#ss#? I ain’t gon’ pay that
Unless you bad, you got some nice t#tt#es and some #ss
Got Chanel, Dior and Louis, Gucci for you
I steal with killers so you already know how we move
I get block fresh off, I turn one into two
Them n#gg#s say, “Big A”, but now the club’s full of fools
We blow chops, SIG and Glocks, kid you not
Erry’ modern n#gg# get thumped, on mox
Five hundred profit, I’m Frank more than Sinatra
Fully auto choppers, I’m spinnin’ mans with bottles
Send her to the doctor, that p#ss# wasn’t smellin’ proper
And on my daddy mama, I know the n#gg# that shot me
So when I do him bad, don’t be textin’ me I’m wildin’
And b#tch, everyone know I’m still childish, b#tch
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Lyrics 42 Dugg & EST Gee – Of Course
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